For today’s prompt, write a quirk poem. The quirk could be a personal or human quality. Or it could be a quirk of fate.
Remember: These prompts are just springboards; you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want. In other words, it’s more important to write a new poem than to stick to the prompt.
Here’s my attempt at a Quirk Poem:
“Patting My Belly”
As long as I can remember,
I’ve played my belly like a drum
from the spring until December.
I don’t know where that quirk comes from.
Perhaps as a small boy, I was
removed from a traveling band
in which I played the maracas
or tambourine in my right hand.
Regardless of what reason–
maybe born beneath a bad sign–
my tum’s a drum in all seasons,
and that’s always suited me fine.